Ian & Sylvia — More Often Than Not

Have I not been far enough? How many times do I have to die? Hey, how many sets has it been? Not another one, oh, no Would you believe that it happens more often than not? Here's to all the people that I'm not with tonight... wherever they are Well, I rode in late last night Would you believe I was like to die? There was my lady lyin' with a man Not another one, oh, no! Would you believe that it happens more often than not? Here's to all the ladies that fell for me tonight Whoever they were So, pass that bottle, ah, give it here There's so many reasons to drink it dry Ease my pain, Lord, it's like to kill me Here, have another, here it goes Then you'll believe that it happens more often than not Here's to all the bottles that I've drunk in my time Whatever they were Have I not been far enough? How many times do I have to die?